Though evil tastes sweet in his mouth
and he conceals it under his tongue,

The dirt on his grave is sweet to him.
Everyone follows behind him,
and those who go before him are without number.

the smell of water makes it thrive
and produce twigs like a sapling.

When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly.
He smells the battle from a distance;
he hears the officers’ shouts and the battle cry.